On day 6 we saw the clinic in full swing. It was 9 in the morning, many of these people had been waiting since 4 a.m. and would continue to wait throughout the day.
Day 6 was our last day at Aselsi.
We did work around Aselsi, entertaining some kiddos and helping in the school.
Below is our physical therapy group. Such an amazing group of people I am blessed to know.
In the afternoon we visited an English-speaking school. It was so much fun to be able to speak English with the kids and teach them about what God created.
Check out this guy's face! He's so cool! |
Parachute on the rooftop. |
This little girl is the daughter of the man who runs the school. She was born in the United States and was the reason he opened the school. He wanted her to be able to speak English and spanish. She is 4 years old and fluent in both.
Her dad has told her about snow and she LOVES the idea of snow. She was constantly making snow angels.
Day 7 was a play day. We rode the chicken bus to a town called Panajachel on a gorgeous mountain lake. We did some shopping in the market, bought some pretty cool hammocks & bracelets!
Then we took a boat ride across the lake. It was more beautiful than you could imagine. You could not help but to marvel at God's creation.
We arrived in San Pedro with an hour to explore before lunch.
After lunch we started the long journey back to Guatemala City.
I shared this entire journey with, and got to know some amazing people.
It was hard leaving Guatemala and the people.
Everywhere you look you see need. A need for clean water, education, food, and clothing.
But the greatest need, the need we all share, is for God.
The need for the sacrifice of His son for our salvation.
The need for repentance.
The need for endless grace.
How different the lives we lead are.
Our worries from day to day are not similar in the least.
Our money, our luxuries, our priorities prove not to make a happier society.
Because regardless of wealth, regardless of our full bellies & lavish clothing we have the same basic need:
God.
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